They Fucked Up Dice

So I ran, fast, as a blast, guns in my direction
I needs my vest, for protection
I'm scared, sorted marijuana has me 'noided
I'm racin', to get, to my fucking destination
I know this crew, grippin' convertible Malibu
I needs my straps, so I can draw down, bust caps, bust back
But I'm defenseless, this shit is far from senseless
Yeah, I got them on the night before Christmas
Paybacks a motha, and plus I shot his younga brotha
And threw a grenade now I'm, runnin' for cover
BOOM! Shit exploded, gun, no time to load it
(he won't live through this) I survived with nicks and bruises

They fucked up... NAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
They fucked up... NAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

The situation is deep, I creep, Cherokee Jeep
Packed with, pistols ?da? street sweep
Where is the enemy I searched the whole vicinity
From 8 mile to John R., took, 6 mile to Trinity
Nowhere in sight, fuck it can't find 'em, rewind 'em
And pay that bitch a visit, who told 'em that I did it
Knock Knock! (Who is it?)
The one your brotha tried to murda
Kicked in the door, she's screamin', you shoulda heard her
You set me up, you motherfuckin' snitcha
BUCK! Blew out her brains like, in those ghetto gansta pictures
Blood is squirtin', she's shakin' like the bullet's hurtin'
I left her body in the room bleedin' by the curtains
I'm down by law, those niggas will be back
'Cause this is the spot they ?slang they raw?